CHAPTER 38
It was Mike's turn to look puzzled. "Who's Uncle Alex?"
I thought I knew, but wasn't sure if I should say anything. Luckily, I didn't have to.
"You know who he is, Mike," Sandy said. "We met him at the Christmas party last year. Jack's friend, he has an Italian accent and wavy dark hair."
Mike shook his head. "Was I at that party? I must've had too much to drink because I don't remember him. Wait-a-minute--was he the charity guy?"
Sandy laughed. "You're so weird! If by 'charity guy' you mean Angel Flight pilot, then yes, that's him."
Mike poured himself a third cup of coffee. I felt jumpy just watching him drink it.
"So, when did he get promoted?" Mike asked, nonchalantly.
Sandy and I exchanged a look. "Promoted to what?" I asked.
"To uncle. You have to be a great guy t
